Worrying has two meanings; the obvious one, and the less obvious one of grabbing by the throat and shaking violently as a terrier does to kill a rat. Guess which I was meaning.
I dont know the song you mention, sorry.
And a written story illustrated by aerial photos would be very interesting.
hope your dog has rubber teeth.
xx

My punctuation was … not normal. I felt the question of it, but also that “it’s hard being a Black Dog” as a statement.
Its something not to be spoken of, this Black Dog thing. And yet it is in out there in many places. Can’t help but bark a little. It seems you know them.
Nothing wrong with giving them a little worry in return. They enjoy the game.

Ah, worry. I seem to have more than my fair share of it these days… or that’s what I tell myself.
What I also tell myself, is that like every other time worry has come for an unwelcomed visit, it passes, and even when it’s worst comes true, we find our way through…
Wishing you the best…